First fanfic so if theres anything I should work on please help ^^ Thank you and enjoy~! This is a Gamtav fanfic and there might be some others like Johnkat or others later on. This is my first fanfic, as I said before, so helpful criticism would be appreciated. :D woo!
My name is Tavros Nitam.
I've been living with my roommate, Gamzee Makara, for about 3 years now. He isn't the neatest person but, he's still a good guy. We're supposed to be going to our friend John's house but Gamzee, of course, has to fix his clown appearance. I chuckle at the thought of me never actually seeing him without it.
"You say something, bro?" I hear him call from the bathroom.
"No! I just laughed a little." I call back, smiling to myself. He comes out from around the corner and leans against the wall, his usual wide grin creeping along his mouth.
"What're you all up and laughin' about, motherfucker?" he crosses his arms and I laugh slightly again.
"Just, how I've, well, never seen you without your, uh, face paint. Despite the fact that, we've known each other for this long." I ramble. I had a tendency of stuttering and rambling on with my sentences. He walks over to me with his normal swaying movement. I follow his hands with my eyes as he puts them on my shoulders. I feel my face heat up. He chuckles and ruffles my mohawk .
"One motherfuckin' day, brother. You'll see all these wicked features face to motherfuckin face. But for now, my brother," he slings an arm around me "you just gotta get your wait on." Dammit. He was so smooth. Not to mention quite attractive. But I didn't LIKE him, like him. At least I don't think so. He looks into my eyes and I look back. There's tension that can be felt from a mile away. Our gaze is interrupted by Gamzee's cell phone ringing. I hear him grumble something as he walks over to pick it up.
"Gamzee." He says while leaning against a wall again, one hand on his hip and another holding the phone up to his face. I hear a loud, raspy screech from the other side of the speaker. That's Karkat. I chuckle as I see Gamzee looking frustrated. I wonder why though. He looks at me and smiles.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, YOU PATHETIC SHIT OF A CLOWN?!" I hear fairly clearly. Yep. That was definitely Karkat. Gamzee replies rather happily.
"Loud and clear, best friend. I'm on my motherfuckin way. Don't get your panties in a fuckin' bunch." He chuckles. Another screech came from the phone followed by a goodbye from Gamzee. He hung up and shoved it in his baggy pants' pocket, took a deep breath and grabbed his deep purple sweater (which I neatly placed on the couch) and threw it on. As he zipped it up, he looked at me, smiling.
"You ready, bro?" he pulls his hood on. I smile and nod. He frowns. I look at him puzzled. "Bro, it's a wicked cold outside. A motherfucker don't want his best bro to be all sick and shit."
"Gamzee, I have a sweater on. I'm fine." I giggle.
"Tav. That's a motherfuckin' vest."
"It's, a SWEATER vest, though." He frowns. I sigh and wheel myself, me being in a wheelchair from an accident of my absentmindedness, over to my room, grabbing a warm sweater, and rolling back to the living room. He smiles and helps me putting it on. "I-I can, do it, Gamzee…"
"I know, bro. There's no harm in helping a motherfucker out, though. Yeah?" I shake my head and smile back. He hugs me from behind, nuzzling his cheek into mine, and moves ahead to open the door. He bows as he leaves it open, tilting his head up a bit to look at me. I keep a straight face as he laughs and closes the door behind us.